Okay, dressed wasn't any better. In any way. Zoe subconsciously latched onto her snakebite with her teeth and worried it a bit. The part of her that was jaded a bit wondered if he was testing her to see if she was as not easy as she claimed to be.
Okay, no crazy conspiracy theories. He'd already said he still didn't feel good and he was hung over.
She almost managed to recover her wits when he asked what she'd brought. "Dim Sum," she explained opening the top pan and smiling at him over her shoulder.
Big mistake. Because he was right there and that noise and she shuddered involuntarily, closing her eyes. For a moment.
Well, at least he liked the smell. Picking up a potsticker, she held it over her shoulder to him. "Try it," she offered, looking back over her shoulder at him. "My parents run a restaurant in LA. Been cooking most of my life."